The white noise on that TV filled that empty, dark living room. The only furniture present is a single-seated couch and a rag.

The atmosphere is quiet, with tension in every corner of the house. The humidity is low, and when the white noise on the TV starts to slow down, exchanged with a sudden news out from nowhere, a scream from the basement is heard.

This wasn't the first time it was like this. The scream was on a daily basis, but no one ever heard the voice of agony from the outside. The walls are too thick and impossible for anyone to hear anything from the inside.

After three minutes painful scream was heard, a mid-fifty man came out from the basement with zero expression before he walled out from the house and locked the door shut from the outside.

The young woman inside the basement, instead, was lying down, breathless. The corner of her cheek is slightly bleeding, and her cheek is red. Her legs were chained to the walls.

A smug flashed on her face as she sighed in relief. Not today, not tonight. There will be one day when she can get her revenge.

Minjeong was held captor inside the house for two years now. To begin with, she was kidnapped together with her best friend, Yunjin. Not until one day, their abusive captor killed the poor girl.

Now, there's only Minjeong. Hurt, tired, suicidal, and revengeful.

Her room in the basement was only filled with a worn-out mattress for her to sleep every night. Her captor took her every week. Sometimes he is nice, sometimes he isn't.

When he is nice, he would unlock the chain on Minjeong's feet, letting the young woman walk freely around the empty house. If he isn't, he will lock her inside the basement with his abusive desire.

Buy today, he isn't the nice guy.

Minjeong wiped away the blood with her thumb, feeling disgusted with herself for couldn't fight him stronger, tougher.

Her captor never sexually assaulted her. He never did. However, his psychotic behavior is strongly obsessed with torturing people, mostly young women like Minjeong.

Minjeong wonders, is there even anyone trying to find her after she went missing two years ago? Has anyone questioned her disappearance? Why did they never find her in this shitty dusty dark house? Has everyone presumed that she's dead?

Minjeong pushed her thoughts aside, trying to get up from her painful state. Shit. She guessed her captor hit that spot again. That particular spot on Minjeong's ribs that she's sure enough got a cracked bone from his meticulous hitting.

"Ouch..." is the only word she could say at the moment.

When she slowly got up and practically shuffled her painful body towards the thin mattress, all she could think right now was to die in peace, end this torture, and follow wherever Yunjin had gone.

But the room is too empty, and the metal chain is too short for her to hang strangle herself.

Losing hope, Minjeong silently closed her eyes. Not crying or shouting. She knew it was all useless, and she'd lose lots of energy from doing so.

It's better to be quiet, for now.

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Jimin walked down the red carpet, greeted by tons of camera flashes and mics. The foolish people they called reporters lined up because of their hunger for the sensational aura that Jimin brought with her.

The innocent white long dress stupidly sweeps along the carpet that no one actually cares about as the textile is covered by particles and germs of dust.

Humans. That's what they liked about dresses. Long, and hilariously, they called them elegant.

Despite the bizarre and stupid situation, Jimin managed to flash her usual feminine smile. Hand raised shoulder level, waving to the paparazzi that presumed themselves as media staff. Jimin never liked what she was doing in the industry.

It was fake and stupid.

"Jimin! Look over here!" a reporter called as Jimin walked down the red carpet. When Jimin turned around and flashed him that fake smile of hers until he was satisfied enough with the photos he used for his mere daily life money, Jimim continued to walk with her hands down in a fist.

She could kill them all. She knew.

Yu Jimin, from the public perspective right now, might be a rising actress with various charms. But what they didn't know was her original self behind that celebrity mask.

Codename, Karina. A spy working for the National Intelligence Services, for high profile criminals around the country.

Being an actress is only her mask. It's too perfect to cover her real job as a national spy.

Why was she here today? Of course, to attend the award. But at the same time, to look out for a suspicious drug dealer suspect along a fellow actor.

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She sits at her designated round table along with other fellow actors and actresses. There's Kang Hanna at her right, and Park Bogum at her left. Song Joongki was in front of her. Despite all the big names at the same table as her, her eyes only stuck to one person.

Seo Yungho.

The actor was spotted near the port two weeks ago. As the port was known as the most famous port for drug dealers, the actor is now under suspicion for being there on the exact day when two marines died after discovering the dealers.

Yungho might be one of the buyers or the dealers involved.

"The award for best male actor of the year goes to Seo Yungho!" the emcee announced before the crowd clapped their hands, congratulating the actor for his success.

But Jimin didn't get to be fed with that.

Yungho was walking a bit weird, Jimin could see it. Other people might see him walking just fine, but it was a different case for Jimin. She knew how those kinds of people's behaviors were too well, even just from the way they walked, talked, or expressed themselves.

"He took them," Jimin said quietly to herself as she watched Yungho climb up the stairs with his dandy smile.

Jimin watched carefully the way Yungho spoke. The way he moved his hands. The way his posture keeps changing every time. She is sure enough now that the man took the drug, as she guessed.

She took out her phone, typing something for a few seconds before tapping the send button.

'Positive' is the only thing she wrote. Seo Yungho is positive for possession of drugs.

When the ceremony ended, the NIS silently handcuffed him in the waiting room, of course without Jimin, and then they asked him a single question.

"Where did you sell the drugs to?"

Yungho just smirked as he scoffed softly before he answered. "I don't know who she is. But I passed a pack to a girl in front of a dark house. She didn't say a single word, "Yungho answered. But before the agent could question him more, Yungho continued.

"Not far behind her is a man, with a really really big smile on his face. He was standing at the yard, with his hand behind his back. Probably, her father. "

Karina's phone buzzed as she received a new message from her chief. Their message is short, like always. Only hint at each other without telling the full words of the message.

Dark house.

A young woman and her father.